His fingers tremble as he accepts.
I chomp down on my own carrot, the crunch seeming amplified in the sudden quiet. We must look a pair. Me, with my child’s Disney Princess backpack eating a carrot, and Austin with his fluffy mop of a dog.
But this is exactly what I want. To the outside world, we look harmless. However, what I’m proposing is anything but that.
“I couldn’t do that to Santo. I mean, if anyone found out—”
“You disappoint me,” I interrupt. “You’re clearly not listening to what I’m saying. No one will find out because anyone who objects to what I have planned will be dead. I am assembling a new team of men and women I trust. And I want you to be a part of that team. I know it’s a lot to take in, but if you agree, I’ll make you a very rich man.”
“And how does this benefit y
